Dawnlark Plains ι

putting this here just so it’s established she’s here! After ayovi’s post, mo can be ordered behind her on the posting order. she’s just spectating for rn.

her children were newly fed and laid down to rest when she left the cache.
morwenna had not wanted to leave them—her body still ached and her heart longed for them instinctively—to stay, to guard, to nest—but the matter at hand demanded her attention. so she kissed each soft crown, left them with ishmira, and forced herself out into the bitter white.
their trail was not hard to find. their scent ran thick along the plain—skorpa’s, especially—, carried on the wind like a herald. two wolves, each she had met not long ago, though she’d only spoke to the woman. ayovi. she wondered what it meant now that they had come so close to home, but she is thankful. now, they could talk.
it was not the time for swift confrontation. not yet. her milk still running, her children still needing. she was queen still, but she did not carry the sharpness of it in her limbs today—only the weight of exhaustion. but her anger? her grief? those things carried her easily enough.
she moved along the ridge, her crown high and proud despite the heaviness in her chest. from this vantage, she could see them clearly. skorpa’s bulk—unmistakable. his wife—sleeker, but no less resolute. they had come with intent, though whether it was to offer aid or gather information, she could not yet say.
her eyes locked upon skorpa as he halted, his gaze turned toward ayovi with a softness that did not belong here, in the mouth of war. her mouth curled. she thought of her sister. of her star-girl, her bloodied throat, her half-breathing body laid in the snow. the smell of it still clung to her teeth, thick and coppery, though it was no longer there.
she came to stand upon the incline, still several lengths away but now visible to them both, she did not call. did not speak. not yet.
only watched.